By the bed, I keep a close vigil
Then I find angels envying her her longevity.
To her, they evince a glittering of civility
For what she has offered the world from rumour to evil;
On the ground floor,
She used to keep a purse;
Now she pays the poor
Out of the window of the hearse;
Why not for her kinsmen before,
She could have removed the curse.
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